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From Margaret Laurence:

June 8, 2015

“That night in bed he makes hate with her, his hands clenched around her collarbones and on her throat until she is able to bring herself to speak the release. ‘It doesn’t hurt. You can’t hurt me.’ But afterwards neither of them can sleep. Finally, separately, they each rise and take a sleeping pill.

– The Fire-Dwellers

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